Our Father
Faces, faces
so many faces
places, places
so many places
their all screaming so loud
screaming in surround sound
except a voice
once strong and proud
now broken and burned
whispers coarsely
begging only to be heard
Oh, Father
take me from my soul
Oh, Father
my body is tired and I feel so old
I cried for the Father
but I feel no Father
I beg for the Father
yet I see no Father
where is my Father
who sits in the skies
who is my Father
can he comfort me only after I die
Is there no Father
am I living the perfect lie
sometimes staying alone with no one
is better than finding loneliness with everyone
so many faces
places, places
so many places
their all screaming so loud
screaming in surround sound
except a voice
once strong and proud
now broken and burned
whispers coarsely
begging only to be heard
Oh, Father
take me from my soul
Oh, Father
my body is tired and I feel so old
I cried for the Father
but I feel no Father
I beg for the Father
yet I see no Father
where is my Father
who sits in the skies
who is my Father
can he comfort me only after I die
Is there no Father
am I living the perfect lie
sometimes staying alone with no one
is better than finding loneliness with everyone
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